Bryan stood there - staring at his new body. His chin was above the top of the mirror- his chest pushed out on either side. The frame just showed the expanse of his massive torso - the nipples close to the edges. His gut dominated the image - large, round, full, and slightly overhanging his tight pants.
Bryan was conflicted. His body was massive, his skin increasingly hair covered. He had a beard that brushed his massive neck. His head was buzzed tight - the stubble just barely a quarter inch. His mind said it was to keep him from sweating so much, that he did it every morning...but he remembered a different memory - one of getting a haircut about four weeks ago before school pictures. Now...he had a memory of him shaving his head daily - it grew too fast to do anyting good with it.
His clothes were different too - more respectable. A massive 3XL button down stripped shirt covered his upper body - and size 56x40 slacks covered his legs. He peered as far over his gut as he could, but found his feet hidden from view - though he could feel (ad remember) putting on some size 20 dress shoes. His pants were held up by some professional looking suspenders, giving him the overall appearance of a university student - or professor.
Simon stood in awe, looking his massive friend up and down. Bryan cleaned up nice, as a 16 year old, while Simon looked a bit rougher. His clothes were a bit worn and freyed, his shirt tight fitting, but a size smaller - as if bought and not been able to be replaced. He tugged on his shirt, exposing the red hairy mass of his belly. His beard was slightly longer - his dad spending time (in this reality, his dad was gung-ho beards - coaching Simon on how to trim, to oil his beard, to brush and maintain it. His beard looks great - especially for his age.
However, he'd wondered aloud what that puberty percentage had done - and now seeing Bryan - 4 inches taller than him at least - and much hairier - he wondered if there was something at work.
Bryan turned around to his friends, rubbing his massive gut. "Hey...your dad have a scale?" He asked, as he finished off the big bowl of cereal he'd be scarfing down earlier.
Simon nodded and pointed over to the laundry closet - where the 'Big Man's Scale' was slide between the washer and dryer. Bryan went over and got it out, feeling how light it felt - how light everything felt for some reason. He set it down and stepped up on it.
"Uh...Jay - Simon?" Bryan said, his voice a bit soft.
"Yeah - what is it?" Jay said, a smirk on his stubbled face.
"Could you read it? I ... I can't quite see it" Bryan said, his face blushing under his dark beard.
Jay and Simon both went over - crossing in front, where they saw Bryan's substantial gut hanging over the scale...and about three inches further. They sniggered, but in a way that had Bryan blushing with pride. "Dude...you're 407lbs..." Simon said at last, and Bryan stepped back, his gut jiggling in one piece - like a solid beach ball.
"And...I'm just 16?!" Bryan grunted, grinning.
They nodded as they looked at the Chronivac that Jay had left on the table.
"So...what happens if we used it to become adults?" Bryan asked, scratching his hairy gut.
"Probably we'd move into our own place...either go to college or get jobs..." Simon said.
"Might work out more...do other things..." Jay added, his mind thinking to his potential as big QB. He flexed his bicep, imagining being a famous sports star.
"Why not try it?" Bryan stated bluntly, and he swiped up the device. He found what he looked for quite quickly - his mind picking up the interface much easier than his friends. With a few simple clicks, a bright white light flashed from the device, and all three boys stepped back, covering their eyes.
Jay felt odd, his body tingling as he staggered. His chest felt heavier - his arms more and more snug in their skin-tight jersey. The shirt changed becoming the state college jersey - with Jay's name across his back - and the number 12. Jay's face grew more square, his neck thicker as he gained more muscle mass, passing 300lbs of brawny quarterback. His hands grew out - his feet pushing to size 16.5 - making him a perfect man to run and throw the ball for dozens and dozens of yards. He blinked over and over, as his mind grew memories of football - of tactics, strategies - of plays and players - coaches and assistants - all helping him win game after game. A thick ring on his right hand announced his State All-Star win as a QB. He now had a full-ride scholarship to State as their QB. He rubbed his face, finding that his trademark mustache is thicker - bushing out almost a full inch, making him look much older than his 18 years. He flexed an arm - and found a black ink mark wrapping itself around his biceps - both of them sporting a barbwire tattoo around the widest circumference. "Dude..I'm inked!" Jay said, his voice growing deeper, more commanding. Years of football had given him an attitude of leadership, even if it was a bit overbearing at times.
Bryan was riding an elevator - as his body expanded. The scale disappeared again, as his belly grew out, his eyes looking at the door - and then the doorsill...and then the hanging thing above the door. He looked up and saw he was a scant few inches from the ceiling of the 8' tall ceiling. He moved away from the fan - the blades now at eye level. He felt his shirt shift - as his gut grew...and grew - his chest inflating with more beef. "oh...damn.." he belched - his voice cracking as it passed into the deep baritones - nearing Basso Profundo. His neck grew wider - thicker than even Jay's big bicep. His hair grew thicker - his beard denser and heavier, the stubble reaching up to his upper cheek bones. His head remained buzzed - his forehead showing a bit more than he expected...which he attributed to the odd angle. Bryan had to bend almost in half to bring his head into view. His pants felt so snug -too tight around the crotch. The slacks shifted - and he felt a difference - as he started to wear a professional looking kilt - one that allowed his cock and balls to hang free. Though, that turned into a mistake - as the fat head of his cock swung below the hemline of the kilt. From what the Jay and Simon saw - Bryan's cock had to be over three inches wide.
Simon started to speak, as he watched hair pour out of Bryan's tight collar, undershirt, and sleeves, but he found his voice caught, his neck starting to thicken. His red hair grew faster - his beard, with the hard work that his dad and he put into it, grew thicker and denser - falling down his chest like a waterfall. Soon it brushed his belt buckle - and Simon knew it was going to only grow longer. His height stopped at 6'5.5" just a smidgeon taller than his dad, but his gut was a solid 65" around - bigger than his dad's. He was proud of the full mass, the ball belly that stretched out his shirt. Speaking of, he looked down and watched his clothes changing. His t-shirt became a button shirt - one with his name sewn in on the left hand side. A bit of grease and oil splattered on his gut - as Simon's hands grew rough and firm. He realized he didn't go to college - but was a mechanic at a garage in town. He knew a ton about cars - about engines - and had been working at this shop since he turned 16. The summer job experience had given him a taste of it, and he'd enjoyed it. He looked over at his friends, as his pants turned into a set of coveralls that his button-shirt hung over. "Whoa...This is weird" he said, as the other two stared at him, their eyes wide open.
"What is it?" He asked, as he smacked his lips, tasting an odd, pungent taste on his tongue.
"Simon...where'd you get that?" Jay asked, staring at Simon.
"Get what?" he asked as a cloud-like phantom passed before his eyes. "What is that...smoke?" he asked, and both Jay and Bryan nodded. Simon looked at his right hand - and a cigar - a lit cigar - was gripped firmly between his two fingers - the hold his dad had taught him at 17. He blinked, it was his cigar...and Simon was smoking them. His mind turned faster - as new memories of a cigar smoking dad filled his mind, working with him on cars since he was 14 - building engines - talking shop. He was just following in his dad's footsteps - a big burly cigar smoking car mechanic.
Simon returned the cigar to his mouth, holding it to one side and speaking around it. "Damn....that thing is too powerful" He said, pointing a free finger to the device on the counter.
Bryan pulled on a pair of thick black rim glasses, as he thought about what to do. His button shirt was straining - as had almost all shirts he'd worn. 6XL was the current size - and already they were getting snug. His 8XL suspenders held up his pants as he walked around, his massive feet making the room rumble softly. "Yeah...it's rewriting reality...making us into different men." He added.
Jay rubbed his dense 'stache. "The only question - do we undo this ....or do we do something else?"